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letra de call n - international jefe

[intro]
bl$$d
call my n-gga miles, man, that money go for miles

[chorus: ken car$on, international jefe & both]
yeah, huh, i ain’t gotta call n0body, hm, yeah
i’ma shoot up the whole party, huh, yeah
hundred-band jugg, b-tch, [?], huh, yeah
young n-gga pull up, skrrt off, i ain’t parkin’, huh, yeah
young n-ggas pull up, skrrt off with your b-tch too, huh, yeah
vlone jeans, b-tch, this not evisu, huh, yeah
f-ckin’ on your ex, now she don’t miss you (yeah)
she was suckin’ on my d-ck, better make sure she don’t kiss you (yeah, yeah)

[verse 1: international jefe]
i was just f-ckin’ on your b-tch, i hope you don’t think she special (yeah, yeah)
i was just hittin’ her from the back, treat her so disrespectful (yeah)
f-ck on a b-tch for an hour, buy that b-tch celine (‘line)
too many racks bustin’ out my motherf-ckin’ jeans, yeah (yeah)
i ain’t gotta call n0body (yeah, yeah)
n-gga got xans and molly (yeah, yeah)
the apes got straps in the party (yeah, yeah)
eight n-ggas got clapped in the party (yeah, yeah)
pop pills with a bad lil barbie (bad lil barbie)
gave percs to a bad lil barbie (bad lil barbie)
ten percs for a bad lil barbie (bad lil barbie)
free percs for the baddest lil barbie (free f-ckin’ percs, b-tch)

[chorus: ken car$on, international jefe, lil he77, ken car$on & lil he77]
yeah (yeah, huh), huh (yeah)
i ain’t gotta call n0body, hm, yeah
i’ma shoot up the whole party, huh, yeah
hundred-band jugg, b-tch, [?], huh, yeah
young n-gga pull up, skrrt off, i ain’t parkin’, huh, yeah
young n-ggas pull up, skrrt off with your b-tch too, huh, yeah
vlone jeans, b-tch, this not evisu (huh?), huh, yeah
f-ckin’ on your ex, now she don’t miss you (oh d-mn)
she was suckin’ on my d-ck, better make sure she don’t kiss you

[verse 2: lil he77]
i don’t gotta call n0body, baby (n0body)
run up the racks, it’s my hobby, baby (yeah)
yeah, i’ma die lit like my name carti, baby (uh)
keep a stick in the box like i’m roddy, baby (bow-bow)
shoot a n-gga up like a visual
countin’ cheese, doin’ math like an integral (yeah)
[?] do what you didn’t do
now i beat it up good, she ain’t missin’ you
me and [?] in icebox, i just got me a tennis
vvs on my t–th, i ain’t go to the dentist
now my neck ice-cold, i’m feelin’ replenished
big rollie on my wrist, b-tch, that’s expensive, yeah (uh yeah)
yeah, yeah
you can’t afford it, uh
my car is important, uh, yeah (important, yeah)

[chorus: ken car$on]
yeah, huh, i ain’t gotta call n0body, hm, yeah
i’ma shoot up the whole party, huh, yeah
hundred-band jugg, b-tch, [?], huh, yeah
young n-gga pull up, skrrt off, i ain’t parkin’, huh, yeah
young n-ggas pull up, skrrt off with your b-tch too, huh, yeah
vlone jeans, b-tch, this not evisu, huh, yeah
f-ckin’ on your ex, now she don’t miss you
she was suckin’ on my d-ck, better make sure she don’t kiss you

- international jefe

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